Some days the memories still knock the wind out of me .the memories will always knock the wind out of me. The first night I met you will forever be hands down the most exciting and erotic experience of my life.
This is so similar to the prayer I picked out for my mothers prayer card at her funeral. I never knew this was a Native American prayer for the grieving. Being part Native American, I see I picked the right words 💔
A poem about grief. Very powerful. And very true. I need to remember this so that I can be a better friend to others experiencing grief, and so that I may understand my own if I should feel it. And I hope other people will also understand this.
I think the hardest part of losing someone, isn't having to say goodbye, bit rather learning to live without them. Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that's left inside your heart when they go.